Lost between daylight and doom
I wander the crow-cleaved skies
their ink winging
rifts along my sightlines
from inhale to exhale
I map the contours of their cacophony,
follow the blade of each wing
that splices the air
a depthless shimmer
teasing my eye
a featherlike glimmer
of the breadth between prey and prayer
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Thanks for writing!
Jacqueline